Friday, May 22, 2015

the dogs of darkness

i miss your fucking streets
miss the dogs of darkness
guarding everything 
that didn't give a fuck about them

i miss your fucking bullshit
your erratic weather
every time it pissed rain 
every time it got hot as hell

i miss your fucking sunsets
when at 7 PM
the sky went insane
for a minute or two

most of all i miss myself
i miss being in you
breathing your foul air
kissing the dreams away


i spent a lot of night walking through the streets with just dogs for company. they were all good dogs. they never bit me, that's good enough.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Fistful of Dust

Doctor, sir, professor,

We must open this man

There are things inside him

That the others don't understand

He's got his eyes fixated

His pupils dilated

His tongue is black

I think he's had a heart attack

Now that he is dead

We'll get into his head

While it might sound sick

We'll find what makes him tick

There is blood inside him

Some flesh

Lot of bones

And this something unknown

Sir, this fucker doesn't even have a heart

He is totally, completely missing this part

Just a fistful of dust where that organ should be

Just a fistful of dust